If tossing and turning in his bed while struggling to find that sweetspot of rest was going to be the way that he spent his night, he may as well have spent it doing something more productive. Or rather, as productive as one could be when they were still wrapping their head around everything that happened to them. By this point, Cloud was fully aware of his own sense of self once more. Tomorrow he would reach out to one of the many guilds wherein Kumo told him that he could find new strength and learn more about this world and perhaps even himself.
Until then? Cloud found himself in the company of yet even more strangers. Not that it would have been the first time as the young blond stepped foot in the bar. It held a nostalgic air to it, albeit probably a little more clean compared to the 7th Heaven's residence in the slums. Having not accepted any new job for himself just yet, the man was still adorned in the military uniform of SOLDIER, though he felt a little light without any kind of equipment on him. Not that he was expecting any kind of trouble so soon.
Hopefully.
Cloud decides to sit right up at the bar, spinning only briefly in his stool as he leans against the counter with a somewhat tired look in his eyes. Whether he was here to drink to forget, to remember, to relax...the young swordsman was bound to find his answer somewhere tonight.
"I didn't take you for the drinkin' type, kupo." Cloud's mako blue gaze flickers to his companion that flutters nearby. "I'm not." But that didn't mean he couldn't. He orders a shot of something mild to start, intending to keep to himself to start the night.
[ B; "Give me something hard." ]
It's been about an hour into the night and Cloud's already into his fourth shot and single whiskey on the rocks. He's been generally quiet, gotten up to leave the bar area and sit down at a lone table, get up and do a couple of squats on the spot, but for the most part, Cloud's been talking with his companion. Currently, with only a slight slur to his tone that's otherwise coherent enough?
"What?! You mean to tell me that Moogles don't have pompoms where you're from?!"
Another sip of his drink before looking up at his partner. "Mogs. But-" "Moogles, kupo!" "M'gonna start callin' you Kumog."
"And you knew a giant stuffed Moogle?"
"Rode on a...mn. Lil' robot cat rode on top of it. Yeah."
"You have strange friends, kupo."
To that, Cloud's eyes return to the jingling ice in his glass on the table, his lips faintly curling up. "...yeah. I do."
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If tossing and turning in his bed while struggling to find that sweetspot of rest was going to be the way that he spent his night, he may as well have spent it doing something more productive. Or rather, as productive as one could be when they were still wrapping their head around everything that happened to them. By this point, Cloud was fully aware of his own sense of self once more. Tomorrow he would reach out to one of the many guilds wherein Kumo told him that he could find new strength and learn more about this world and perhaps even himself.
Until then? Cloud found himself in the company of yet even more strangers. Not that it would have been the first time as the young blond stepped foot in the bar. It held a nostalgic air to it, albeit probably a little more clean compared to the 7th Heaven's residence in the slums. Having not accepted any new job for himself just yet, the man was still adorned in the military uniform of SOLDIER, though he felt a little light without any kind of equipment on him. Not that he was expecting any kind of trouble so soon.
Hopefully.
Cloud decides to sit right up at the bar, spinning only briefly in his stool as he leans against the counter with a somewhat tired look in his eyes. Whether he was here to drink to forget, to remember, to relax...the young swordsman was bound to find his answer somewhere tonight.
"I didn't take you for the drinkin' type, kupo." Cloud's mako blue gaze flickers to his companion that flutters nearby. "I'm not." But that didn't mean he couldn't. He orders a shot of something mild to start, intending to keep to himself to start the night.
[ B; "Give me something hard." ]
It's been about an hour into the night and Cloud's already into his fourth shot and single whiskey on the rocks. He's been generally quiet, gotten up to leave the bar area and sit down at a lone table, get up and do a couple of squats on the spot, but for the most part, Cloud's been talking with his companion. Currently, with only a slight slur to his tone that's otherwise coherent enough?
"What?! You mean to tell me that Moogles don't have pompoms where you're from?!"
Another sip of his drink before looking up at his partner. "Mogs. But-" "Moogles, kupo!" "M'gonna start callin' you Kumog."
"And you knew a giant stuffed Moogle?"
"Rode on a...mn. Lil' robot cat rode on top of it. Yeah."
"You have strange friends, kupo."
To that, Cloud's eyes return to the jingling ice in his glass on the table, his lips faintly curling up. "...yeah. I do."